| My virgo shorty wildin' out
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| My grandma love my rappin', she’s just so so proud
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| My hood is on my shoulders, but I don’t know how
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| My homies smokin' loud and they hold me down
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| My sister’s got a baby and she’s on the way
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| I hope she calls her 'Beyoncé' or 'Chardonnay'
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| My mom be Google searching me like every day
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| Like Rejjie, hope you crash that stage and make me say (say)
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| Oooo-oo-oh
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| This that fucking shit
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| Play us 'round your mama and your baby brother shit
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| When you shower right before you out in pub-uh-lic
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| Singin' way too loud at the neighbors, yeah
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| We keep our heads way up in the clouds
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| Them haters talk, tell 'em, «pipe it down»
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| They’ll show us love when we come around
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| When we come around, cause we hold it down
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| Red-eye same flight, but on another plane
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| Might be tonight, but I’ll be back again
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| Tell my family I got somewhere to be
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| Somewhere over seas
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| Tell them sing for me
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| Catch that fade so I play the game
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| Rain, rain, rain, rain go away
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| Tears fell down my golden face
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| Love you now I’ll roll away
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| Catch a fade, Kickback bars with a frozen chain
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| Ice on me like a older man
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| Woah, woah, woah, woah Peter Slant
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| Y’all know who that be the team
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| A rap saint, I must proclaim
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| You doubt that you must be lame
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| Hit a dollar off a dream fuck loose change
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| They can’t afford my movin'
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| Put a middle finger up with that new sayin'
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| He still gang bangin' on parole
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| Six foot, Six side, 94'
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| Free lunch I make cracker blow
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| Christmas time there was gifts and dope
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| 9 times 10, ten out your soul
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| Popeye’s strong with the spinach cold
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| Home cooked meal, my granny’s home
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| Baby girl, baby girl bag a bone
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| This that old shit -- Babylon
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| Grown ass kid with a condom on
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| Oooo-oo-oh
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| This that fucking shit
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| Play us 'round your mama and your baby brother shit
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| When you shower right before you out in pub-uh-lic
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| Singin' way too loud at the neighbors, yeah
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| We keep our heads way up in the clouds
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| Them haters talk, tell 'em, «pipe it down»
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| They’ll show us love when we come around
|
| When we come around, cause we hold it down
|
| Red-eye same flight, but on another plane
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| Might be tonight, but I’ll be back again
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| Tell my family I got somewhere to be
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| Somewhere over seas
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| Tell them sing for me
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| Fine air what I’m breathin', altitude be peakin'
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| 30,000 when I’m speakin'
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| Cause you know I’m prolly chiefin' on that
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| Fine pine, but trust me it’s game time
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| I’m goin' get back on my shit
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| While they’re reaching for my uh (uh)
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| I can’t stop now because my head too high
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| We makin' noise and we can’t pipe it down
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| Turn up too loud but I can’t hear em now
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| Said I hear 'em now
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| Sayin' «hold it down»
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| We keep our heads way up in the clouds
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| Them haters talk, tell 'em, «pipe it down»
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| They’ll show us love when we come around
|
| When we come around, cause we hold it down
|
| Red-eye same flight, but on another plane
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| Might be tonight, but I’ll be back again
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| Tell my family I got somewhere to be
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| Somewhere over seas
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| Tell them sing for me |